Nia Mitchell pouted, her little face a mask of displeasure.
She could only see the top of the CEO's dark head as he bent down, squatting there to change her shoes.
She couldn't see Maxwell Peary's expression, but she was definitely upset right now.
Why should she be the one left feeling uncomfortable all over after he'd had his fill? And he even spoke as if she was the one who had requested it. How embarrassing! How hateful!
Nia Mitchell stuck out her little foot, and the slipper he had just put on her went flying about two meters away.
Maxwell Peary's brow furrowed slightly; he was a little puzzled as to what was wrong with her now.
"What's the matter?"
He looked up at her, not understanding why she had kicked off the slipper.
"Nothing, my foot just slipped."
Nia Mitchell sat there expressionlessly, mimicking a certain CEO.
Seeing this little expression of hers, Maxwell Peary sensed something was off.
